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Evening 



BY THE 



REV. JOHN KEBLE 



ILLUSTRATED 



Abide with us, for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent. 

St. Luke xxiv. 29 



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University Press: 
John Wilson and Son, Cambridge 




A GENUINE HYMN — at once simple 
and beautiful, devotional and lyrical — 
\ is one of Time's rarest blossoms, unfolding 

only at long intervals. By way of compensation, it is well nigh 
immortal; it is handed down from generation to generation, 
from language to language; "age does not wither, nor custom 
stale," its sweetness. Its perfume of praise continually rises 
from fresh altars, long after the heart whence it sprang is turned 
to dust. 

Such a hymn is Keble's " Evening," and it is worthily se- 
lected for illustration. Those to whom it is already familiar will 
be glad to see it in so fair and fitting a dress ; those who know 
it only in hymnals will like to see it as a whole, for the same 
spirit of melody and devotion breathes throughout. 

The Rev. John Keble was a native of Fairford, Gloucester- 
shire, England : born in 1792, died in 1866. As Vicar of Hursley, 
he did excellent and lasting parish work ; as author, he is best 
known by "The Christian Year," from which the "Evening" is 
taken. 




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PAGE 

Half-title i 

Introduction 5 

Evening g 

"The traveller on his way must press" . 11 

"Thy wondrous works below" ... 13 

"Thy words disclose" 15 

"Abide with me" 17 



PAGE 

"Steer through the tempest Thine own 

ark" 19 

"Oh, by Thine own sad burthen, bcrne" 21 

The Prodigal 2-\ 

Healing the Blind 25 

"Like infants' slumbers" 2/- 

" We lose ourselves in Heaven above " . 29 




EVENING. 



'TiS gone, that bright and orbed blaze, 
Fast fading from our wistful gaze; 
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight 
The last faint pulse of quivering light. 




In darkness and in weariness 
The traveller on his way must press, 
No gleam to watch on tree or tower, 
Whiling away the lonesome hour. 



Sun of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear, 
It is not night if Thou be near: 
Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise 
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes ! 

When round Thy wondrous works below 
My searching rapturous glance I throw, 
Tracing out Wisdom, Power, and Love, 
In earth or sky, in stream or grove ; — 




Or by the light Thy words disclose 
Watch Time's full river as it flows, 
Scanning Thy gracious Providence, 
Where not too deep for mortal sense 




When with dear friends sweet talk I hold, 
And all the flowers of life unfold ; — 
Let not my heart within me burn, 
Except in all I Thee discern. 



When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
My wearied eyelids gently steep, 
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest 
For ever on my Saviour's Breast. 

Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without Thee I cannot live : 
Abide with me when night is nigh, 
For without Thee I dare not die. 





Thou Framer of the light and dark, 
Steer through the tempest Thine own ark 
Amid the hovvhng wintry sea 
We are in port if we have Thee. 



The Rulers of this Christian land, 
'Twixt Thee and us ordained to stand, — 
Guide Thou their course, O Lord, aright, 
Let all do all as in Thy sight. 

Oh, by Thine own sad burthen, borne 
So meekly up the hill of scorn, 
Teach Thou Thy Priests their daily cross 
To bear as Thine, nor count it loss ! 





If some poor wandering child of Thine 
Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine, 
Now, Lord, the gracious M^ork begin; 
Let him no more he down in sin. 



Watch by the sick : enrich the poor 
With blessings from Thy boundless store 





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Be every mourner's sleep to-night 
Like infants' slumbers, pure and light. 




Come near and bless us when we wake, 
Ere through the world our way we take ; 
Till in the ocean of Thy love 
We lose ourselves in Heaven above. 



EVENING. 



"T^IS gone, that bright and orbed blaze, 
i Fast fading from our wistful gaze: 
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight 
The last faint pulse of quivering light. 

In darkness and in weariness 
The traveller on his way must press. 
No gleam to watch on tree or tower, 
Whiling away the loiiesome hour. 



Sun of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear, 
It is not night if Thou be near: 
Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise 
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes! 

When round Thy wondrous works below 
My searching rapturous glance I throw, 
Tracing out Wisdom, Power, and Love, 
In earth or sky, in stream or grove; — 

Or by the light Thy words disclose 
Watch Time's full river as it flows, 
Scanning Thy gracious Providence, 
Where not too deep for mortal sense ; — 

When with dear friends sweet talk I hold, 
And all the flowers of life unfold ; — 
Let not my heart within me burn, 
Except in all I Thee discern. 

When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
My wearied eyelids gently steep. 
Be my last thought how sweet to rest 
For ever on my Saviour's breast. 



Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without Thee I cannot live : 
Abide with me when night is nigh. 
For without Thee I dare not die. 

Thou Framer of the light and dark. 
Steer through the tempest Thine own ark : 
Amid the howling wintry sea 
We are in port if we have Thee. 

The Rulers of this Christian land, 
'Twixt Thee and us ordained to stand, — 
Guide Thou their course, O Lord, aright, 
Let all do all as in Thy sight. 

Oh, by Thine own sad burthen, borne 
So meekly up the hill of scorn, 
Teach Thou Thy Priests their daily cross 
To bear as Thine, nor count it loss 1 

If some poor vi^andering child of Thine 
Have spurned to-day the voice divine. 
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; 
Let him no more lie down in sin. 

Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor 
With blessings from thy boundless store ; 
Be every mourner's sleep to-night 
Like infants' slumbers, pure and light. 

Come near and bless us when we wake, 
Ere through the world our way we take ; 
Till in the ocean of Thy love 
We lose ourselves in Heaven above. 



